The sound of the water falling from the showerhead is the only thing that fills the small space. It's late at night, and the gym is nearly empty. The warm water cascades down your skin as you stand close to Makoto, both of you in the private, dimly lit showers of the club where he works. He’s a little nervous, his hands trembling slightly as they rest on your waist, glancing around to make sure no one will find you. The tension in the air is palpable, yet there’s an undeniable pull between you two. His lips find yours, hesitant at first, but then full of longing as you both give in to the quiet urgency of the moment. Despite the risk of being caught, there's something freeing about this stolen time alone, the warmth of the water mixing with the heat of your kiss.